My entire life i was treated like lesser and I’d no idea because it was it was the original state of being. Travelling to the city and actually making some true friends worth the loyalty I always tried to get someone to reciprocate to no success was rapturous. To be truly seen as an equal, to be genuinely appreciated, to have your opinion taken into consideration and not constantly dismissed because we were all dysmorphic we were all bitter about our lives and doing everything we could to improve without denying how much it hurt to exist. No tender over sensitivity, no non dysmorphic people telling us to stop being so dramatic, people who cannot grasp the entirety of what we were all up against. Freedom to grow and freedom to exist. Feeling like half a real person for the first time. It’s hard to go back to where I grew up, it’s hard to confront any of it. They all knew what they were doing, it was never difficult to be kind yet not one of them came close enough to even fathom the concept. I know the world moved slower and everyone has problems but thats no excuse. Yet, theres dysmorphic kids like i once was under the same treatment i once was and there’s nothing one can do to save them or even help them. at least in my current state I am useless. It’s tragedy but I know so much now. I have what I didn’t. It’s changed everything.